RaelSan [English translation]

[Intro]

Raise your glass

Raise your glass

Raise your glass...

Cheers!

[Unique verse]

I'm making a toast to the death of the industry

Take out the 8-6: we're coming to celebrate the end of the record

Listening to the radio has become a torment

Except I don't like fucking purists either

Retro-futurist music

The soundtrack ofUlysse's adventures

I would live in the abyss, I wouldn't have any more pressure

All I want: to set fire to my town #Nero

Giving my body to science includes dissection

Whole days I recite my lessons, tormented in a rain of questions

Just in one year, I was jaded, I wanted to quit everything, to leave the sound

I almost gave up without making my second delivery

Han but damn, I've done the hardest part

Might as well try a salto before you fail at the foot of the wall

I'm back with my subculture, yeah

Except we're the future, right? We're the future!

I'm here to turn the Opinel between the stitches

They have censorship, later we'll have the wear and tear

Later on we'll go dancing at their gravesite

The song of succubi, on the edge of lust

Without possession, feelings are purer

That's why I write break-up songs

I'm trying to take a step back, I'm trying to move on

People murmur, I have trouble hearing myself think

Alien's son, Celestia star

I come to fertilize a female of every species

I'm learning to control my dirty reflexes

I'm having fun before I write, I'm tired of talking about sex

I know your girlfriend doesn't like my lyrics but

If I listened to all the mares, I'd be a horse rapper, and

I don't mind, I respect, I do

Like Rocky in the storeromm: I don't give a shit

I'd like to be one of the optimists

I'd like to bring some kind of positive message

Like heroin in a urine test

Positive... like Freddie Mercury's test

I'm coming back to make some noise, I got the sound that knocks

Skread ordered me to drive the nail, like Pontius Pilate

As usual, Ablaye and Gringe are doing backs

There's four of us, the Cavaliers of the Apocalypse: we're coming ashore!

In the Year of Grace "MJ + 1"

Half my youth died on June 25th

I keep on making the journey to become myself

In love, in hatred, in the average

I'm not gonna stay stuck in a parody of success

In a version of Entourage with a small budget

I will do as it pleases me to my last quest

Until getting back to the hotel business, fold up towels

Fear no longer exists in my Dojo, hey hey

I found my Mojo (Lady !)

Tell the housewife that we resurrected Cloclo

Tell the intermittent assholes to turn on the projectors

Call the Pow-Wow, we're gonna dig up the hatchet

Bringing competition back to the Stone Age

If you got the Fist of Fury, well I got the rage of losing

I don't even bother answering your shitty attacks anymore

I'm not gonna lend my buzz, neither my time

I'm not gonna pour out my swear, neither my blood

You talk about me for nothing in your titles

You wouldn't even buzz with an anti-Semitic album

Thanks anyway for the publicity!

Thank you the Guard Bitches for the hooker's blow!

Thank you to everyone who supported me

Too often I forget to thank the people who supported me...

We have to give ourselves a new life, we need to open our minds

The puppets have to cut their wires

Take the road and run away, I've got a double-row saucer

I'll take you home with me, Raelsan!